GFS apologi-h-h-h-h-h-umm....err...

Okay, despite the best planned lays of mice and men (was that right?), I'm
not going to get my ties flied for this years GFS. I had high hopes of doing
up a dozen while in New Zealand, but the combination of long days and longer
necked bottles meant I never got to tie up any. Now that I'm back in Hongo
Congo, work starts tomorrow and I don't see any opportunity to get them tied
in the next week. I'm not entirely sure I even see an opportunity to get my
day job done in the next week.

I know, I know. Twenty noodles with a wet lash, but I'd rather have a #22
Mustad driven up my little toenail than apologize on roff.

Please accept them, tyers. :-(

--riverman